Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1887-05-13
In Mamoriam.

DIED, at the residence of her son, Judge
Remus G. Dorsey, in Gaithersburg, on Fri
day, April 10Th, 1887, of congestion Of the
lungs, Mrs. JANE T. DORSEY, in the S1st
| year of her age. Mrs. Dorsey was relict
of the late Remus Dorsey.
The subject of this memoir still lives; for
"her lamp shall not DO put out in the night
Prov. XXI, 10. No, not even in the dark
night of death. She lives by the light OF
her examples Of patience, endurance and for
bearance Of the many trials and troubles of
this world, which seemed SO constantly to
bssst her path through life But she put
her trust in the Lord and has been heard to
say quite eftsn while undergoing some new
and unforeseen afflictisn, 81 place myself in
thy hands, oh God, deal with me according
to thy will" During the early part Of her
life she had found that treasure or pearl to
which our Lord lkened the Kingdom OF
Heaven. The grace of God, her highly
valued treasure, came to her in holy bap
tism, In the iervent reception of her first
communion, and in her subsequent fidelity
during her long earthly pilgrimage OF eighty
years. Her humility was the shadewy rock
beneath which grew and boomed in all its
loneliness that beautiful violet-her chris
tan faith in the Lord Jesus. Her goodness
seemed destined by an Allwise Providence
to be diffused everywhere from the field of
the church where her treasure was found.
"She hath looked well 10 the paths OF her
house, and hath not eaten her bread idle"
She was consistent member Of the Meth
cdist Church, and her soul was deeply i'm
bued with the sacred dogmas Of that church.
She was not afraid to confess her Saviour be
before men, and her confidence in Him has
never wavered, for confidence to the end
han, cxxyl,.. Ia, I,..t. Da;a
such an intercessor as Jesus Christ He is
tried stone, He is a sure foundation u
man can confidently venture his soul in His
hands, and not fear but He will bring him
safe home, "Give unto the Lord, o ye kim
dreds of the people, give unto the Lord glory
and strength" But her spirit has tlswn
from this prison of clay, flown on the wings
of rapture Is this death Her heart is still
her beaded brow is cold her wasted breast
struggles for breath no more, and her pale
features hardened with the stress Of Lifc's
resistance, momentarly subside into Il smile
calm as II twilight lake sprent with the inn
ages of rising stars. And is this death
Think you that rapturad soul, now walking
humbly in the golden streets bearing the
precisus burden OF love too great for ut
terance, or with hushed heart drinking the
music OF the rans0med thrOng, counts death
an eNll mo. one Is WOMAN 10 ulBhI-d
woman in Christ. This was her childhood
here and as we give u smile of wonder to
the little woes that drew the tears from out
our eyes, the kind corrections and severe
CONSTANTS imposed by those who loved us,
SO she was II Fathers chastisement in all
the i'll that filled her life with darkness; so
she saw in every evil a kind instrument to
chasten, elevate, correct, subdue, and fit her
for that heavenly enthusiastically in Christ.
In the closing of this memoir can but say
that as this precious one had lived SO she
died, geRtly quietly, comedy. A large con-
course of friends and relatives followed her
remains to the tomb, from which she will
rise more csmely and more graceful, bearing
with her glory and Immortality.
Lo the prisoner is released
Lightend Of her ieshly load;
Where the the weary are at rest,
She is gathered unto God
L0 the pain Of life is past,
All her warfare now is Der;
Death and hell behind are cast;
Grief and suffering are no more
BY her grandson,
II. DORSEY TRUNDLE.